I was in 8th grade. They let school out early, and the Guard base bus (we went to school off base) was there. I was at home to see the bad news. My Dad was immediately activated.
I most remember my teacher (what subject? too many years ago) in tears as we ran to the bus, and once home, prepping my Dad for plan B (firearm loaded and loaded mags in the belt, the only time I had ever done that for him was Cuban Crisis). Plan A was tornadoes, floods, riots.